I look across at her tits. I swear her nipples have hardened, and are looking back at me. I see her gasp. She notices I am staring at her tits. She le...ns forward, crossing her arms to keep her nipples from looking back at me. I notice tension in her voice. “ Are we done here,” she asks? She is staring at me, waiting for a comment from me. She stood to go to the coffee maker, and get more coffee, I stand and follow her. I walk up behind her, placing my hands on her hips. She stiffens, I pull her. It had been years that I had let anyone get this close to me, and for some insane reason, Leo’s every touch was making me shiver in delight.I moaned in disappointment when he gently set me down again, my weakened knees suddenly barely able to keep me standing.“I think we should better continue this discussion in camp,” he suggested, picking up his hammer.“Which discussion? You were busy fondling my butt, hatchling. What’s to discuss about that?” I grumbled. I never asked him to stop.“How we. Both my date and I geta good laugh out of this little chore!As soon as my new boyfriend leaves I tie my slave/girl overone of the sturdy bar stools and after removing her butt plug Irape her sissy pussy with one of my strap-on dildo's. While I'mdoing this I insist that she remain absolutely quite and if shedoes maky any sounds or noise's I make her suffer through twentyminutes of breast bondage and torment.She usually doesn't make a sound, not after that time I rubbedboth of her breasts with. That was really neat. Is that from you and Dad?" Jean asked impishly."No, Love, just from your dear wicked Mom. Lets keep it that way, just between us girls. I had to buy my own vibrator when I was a girl. My mom didn't buy me one. I kept it well hidden, I thought. I didn't know that your grandmother found out I had it. She never said anything till years later. She told me that they didn't have them when she was a girl, or she would have certainly had one." Grams said that?" Jean asked.